A smile thins his lips
momentarily disturbing the route
of a glinting spoon piled
with cereal.
A bowl balances the scene
jauntily held
in statement more than purpose.
He glides into the classroom
to an open desk
in simulated nonchalance,
discarding the bowl noiselessly
on the Formica surface.
An exhibit in a freak show
created to obscure
a mundane life.
Out of our time he floats among us
long enough
to assert his oddball brilliance
without a hint of irony
in his sunken eyes and glib persona.
He scries oratory delights on
crinkled scraps of paper tied together
with a blue shoelace.
He vanishes when not in our midst,
delving the depths of obscurity,
hands buried in patched pockets
of a gentleman’s blazer.
Hunched against the tide of modernity.
An over intellectualized ghost
of a personality hiding behind
his clever words and witty rhetoric.
This poem is based on a purely fictional character. Any resemblance to a person living or dead is coincidental and unintended!!
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3 comments:
Wow! That bad huh?
lol
I think this a good piece of work - a beautiful use of words (NSAD would be proud) and once again you paint such wonderful images. As we discussed I think that by lengthening the lines you slow the work down as I feel that we are watching him and that would be done slowly to pick out things like 'a glinting spoon piled with cereal'. I like the sadness mixed with humour in the work. Maybe you could slow it even further to really show 'the Dickensian Boy'.
Oh bye the way I apologise for not commenting before - I am the first to moan about this so should have made the time. Maybe you should send it off for publication and become a 'published author' like me!!!!
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